Were you sold, a dream of gold and wealth By stealth, a conjured up illusion Followed by, that's right, confusion Like 'Now you see it, now you don't'? 'S just numbers 'n they're not real

There's nothing there, but here's the jokeIt's clear that certain folk have won And done OK through playing the money game... (Scoring imaginary points)

V1 So, what is this con, this money trick?It's pretty sick when you understand It was planned out long ago To weave a web, a net to get the world in debt To the favoured tribes who bribe and cheat Through deceit and lies And, no surprise, think that they deserve the best While the rest, you guessed, fight over the scraps In a trap they still don't see... because

There's no such thing as moneyIt's conjured up out of nothing at all There's no such thing as moneyIt's a hoax for which folks continue to fall

B1 Once it was a useful means of exchange But that all changed when the goldsmiths found They could mess around And lend out pretend paper money instead (and charge interest) Which led to them issuing more and more Than all the gold they'd hoarded and stored And out of this fraud, this rank deceit A banking elite arose to control The whole world's money supply (A syndicate of central banks)

V2 But I do need to say, this is no rant It's not anti-you or to do with hate 'S just a straight talking song of wrongs revealed That can be healed if this we choose And use our eyes to realise Just what's been going on Then we'll know what to do when the system crashes And out of the ashes arises anew from this little seedA chance to create, before it's too late A world that puts need before greed

And so... the bottom line is, Who's being conned? By cheats beyond the rule of law Who more or less ignore the rules And think you're fools 'cause they've taken control Of whole the money game worldwide... and yet There's no such thing as money(While millions are struggling just to survive) There's no such thing as money(Yet the moneymongers continue to thrive)

V3 Two questions... Despite all the fraud and make-believe Can you conceive of life without this imaginary stuff Enough of which there never seems to be? And are you being fooled, divided and ruled By a greedy few who do what they do 'Cause they believe they're better than you?

In this game of pretend, they lend, you spend 'Til you count the cost and find you've lost 'Cause it's rigged and fixed, so the tricksters win Your pockets picked by afflicted souls, addicted to control And the whole thing's a big scam... because There's no such thing as money Once again – Money trouble here, money trouble there Everywhere trouble in a money bubble world

V4 Meanwhile... the media mouths, they talk the talk Put on a show and toe the line Resigned, which isn't any wonder Since they're funded by the syndicate Who've got the state so deep in debtIt can't escape and yet...

Who needs games of blame that name and shame Then make the same mistakes? Well, could we break away and say 'Enough! This stuff's no earthly good? We could, but at a price (It's called trust)

So... what is the price for a world more sane? The main thing is to wake up fast At last, to how you're kept in fear Kept insecure and never sure Who's telling lies disguised as facts To distract you from the subtle ways You're being confused, abused, misled Like cattle bred for what?... and There's no such thing as money(Where are those trillions, zillions and more?) There's no such thing as money(And no one's really keeping score)

V5 However...For the middle class professional folk It'll be no joke when they find themselves Cast off and poor, and not quite sure Just how this could have happened... Thrown overboard by those who lord it over the rest And act like they know best

So, is there life beyond this mess? The answer's yes, but what's the deal? The real priority is first of all To overcome your fear 'Cause the hour is passed for heads in sand We need to plan the path ahead And tread with care, yet dare to start To take apart, remove, replace, The scenery and machinery Of a world that's built on fear... because There's no such thing as money('S like an evil spell you need to break) There's no such thing as money(Yet addiction to money's a hard one to shake)

Money trouble now, money trouble then Once again, trouble in a money bubble world

V6 And you need to know 'bout Mama SCABWho'll grab whatever she can get To pay the debts she'll claim she's owed Although she knows it's all a fraud And rewards those who comply... (Google her!)

'N within her clan, the governors of central banks They rank among the biggest fakes Who make out that they're doing good But couldn't give a damn that it's a sham they represent...

This family firm that's global now Who've somehow stayed a step ahead Their QE's just a con, my friend So yet again the tricksters win By spinning yarns until the will to spill the beans Is strong enough to bring it to an end

V6 Petty fraudsters go to jail But when it's on a global scale Too big to fail's a neat excuse For bailing out and sailing on regardless...

'Cause otherwise the house of cards would soon collapse ('N) Perhaps these bankrupt states as well Whose sell-by dates are now long gone Too late to save, their fates already sealed... because There's no such thing as money(The visible winners are seen every day) There's no such thing as money(Yet the unseen controllers stay hidden away)

So, to sum up... B2 We're talking 'bout a sickness more than a crime So it's time to be healing – not wheeling and dealing But time to be grown up and own up... because Greed is insecurity, an emptiness inside Which won't be denied, so we have to decide If these cravings for more, never unsatisfied, Are a source of pride, a habit to hide Or just symptoms of lives unfulfilled?

V7 Meanwhile... SCAB money poisons everything But nation states don't sing because She's got them in hock – lock, stock and all (With exceptions for family and friends)

Austerity or boom, gloom or glut No ifs or buts, SCAB always wins 'Cause she controls the money flow And knows exactly when to act Then buys or sells and profits again While others just look on...

So the winners with the biggest scores Grab more real stuff from those Who lack enough for a decent life... and yet There waits a world beyond money and debt But to get there's not an easy trip When gripped by fear and guilt... Also... Gold and silver are not the way Since they encourage selfish greed When human needs could all be met By what this Earth provides

(So) Money's false power, a con, a bluff Those devious enough can exploit if they choose But you have look behind the News For clues 'bout who's been up to what And read between the lines to know It's just a show on the big world stage The secret sponsors fund... because

There's no such thing as money (These tokens of a broken world) There's no such thing as money(Be fooled no more, now you know the score) There's - no - such - thing - as - money (money, money...).